Beside Her (4)
Beside the budding pervert who'd tried to turn me into a woman just like her. Under the pervert who couldn't care less about any of that—who only cared about fucking women built to get him hard. The pervert who'd stood on purpose in the corner of the train, hoping some fine male would rape her, hung her mouth wide open and took it—thud, thud—a cock driven all the way into the depths of her belly.
"W-wait, wait… any more than this…"
At this rate I was really going to break. Seo Woojin, you had to know, more or less, that you were pounding into somewhere dangerous. So why—why wouldn't you so much as pretend to hear me begging you to stop, and instead kiss me lightly, as if to tell me to shut my mouth, then slam your hips like you truly meant to shatter me, putting on a show for Sua-chan lying right there beside us?
"Hah… haa… …hiiik?!"
…Don't tell me he actually meant it. Literally meant to ruin me. Meant to wreck my brain himself, until I turned into an idiot drowned in this animal sex. Or was it because I'd ignored what he'd said a moment ago and done as I pleased—was that why he was driving in until my womb crumpled, pounding me like that?
"No. This, nngh…"
…Strange. All three of those were rewards, not punishments. So why was he giving me a prize…?
"Nnghik?!!"
Ah. Maybe he was just in a good mood from the blowjob Sua-chan had given him a second ago. Pfft hehe…
"My womb, press, press… stop iiit…"
That monstrous cock scraped along my walls like it meant to crush my womb flat. I clawed at the sheets as if I'd tear them apart and screamed like a bitch in heat. Three of us were crammed into this narrow bedroom, and still the only voice you could hear was mine. The rest amounted to Woojin's faint breath as the muscle flexed right above me, and, now and then, the sound of Sua-chan—lying quietly some four inches away—rubbing her thighs together. That was all.
…Ah. No. It wasn't much, but there was one more.
"I don't want this."
"Please stop."
"Please, stop it."
Wedged between those strangely awkward little phrases came it—sqrrt, sqrrt—soaking Woojin's lower stomach without mercy, one blatantly perverted sound from an obvious source.
"…You always beg me to do it like this, and now you're telling me not to?"
While that sound kept swelling, a teasing voice slipped out of the mouth that had been kissing me like a lover's.
"When did I ever— nnghk…"
"I said always."
Ehh. Had I? Had the two of us even had anything you could call regular sex in the first place? At most, when I'd called Sua-chan out to the bookstore, he'd fucked me on the side while he was at it. And that had been my virginity—the virginity those half-baked men kept jabbing at, pretending it was an accident, poking the ass and the chest hidden under my uniform every time I rode the train. The first time I'd offered that virginity up to Master, he hadn't even taken me to some cheap motel. He'd dragged me into the corner stall of a men's restroom in some building and popped it like he was just taking care of a hard-on. That was the whole of it. I didn't remember us having sex any other time. At most, the paizuri and the blowjob I'd given him while he snapped a pile of blackmail photos?
"Always, alwaaays…"
"Even just now, when I was fucking you in the living room, all you did was bury your face in the back of the couch and squeeze down on my cock."
"…Nnghk…"
Even my clever little head couldn't parse what he meant, so I was turning it over as hard as I could when Woojin brought up the sex from a moment ago and ground down hard against my womb. Not like before, when he'd gripped my hips and pounded me—more like he was training my pussy to take the shape of his cock. Press.
…Ah. I got it, more or less.
Our Sua-chan, who was nothing but interested in dirty things, was lying right beside us on a field trip, so he was putting on a kind of play. We have sweaty, root-deep sex like this all the time. Looks fun, doesn't it? So how about you join in? Something like that.
Mmm. I understood the goal just fine. I just didn't feel like playing along. What should I say…? Conquest complete? Where's the fun in looking like a bitch who's already been fully cleared? Better to do it my way, even if it put Woojin in a bit of a bad mood.
"That's not iiit… I never asked you to do it like thiiis…"
I grinned, grinning like it was all a game.
"…Choking sex, breath play, maybe. There's no way I'd have asked for something that boring on a normal day…"
"…Ha."
My way, then. I patted the two ankles I'd hooked over one of Woojin's shoulders and clenched with everything I had around the cock buried deep enough to bulge my lower belly. My mouth said don't push it in that far. My body, at least, was honest. …I'll squeeze you nice and tight, so fuck me.
"…So what, you want me to choke you right now?"
"Bzzzt, bzzzt. That's not what I meant…"
"Then what."
"A request like that, maybe. But there's no way I'd have asked you to crush my womb with your cock. That's what I'm saying."
"……"
"Because that's just ordinary sex, isn't it?"
And on the side, I stressed it so Sua-chan beside us could hear—that getting a cock slammed into you like an onahole, the way he'd done it in the living room, was nothing special.
…Good. Watching Woojin turn his head a little and let out a disbelieving little laugh, I could tell he'd caught my meaning.
"Then I can pretend I never heard the part about choking sex?"
"…That wasn't really… what I meant."
He wore an easy smile, and still dropped those words into my ear in a whisper meant for me alone. That settled it. …Well. Judging by the way Sua-chan's shoulders kept twitching, I wasn't the only one who'd heard.
"…Then we'll do that later, when Sua's not around."
"…Nnghk…"
Woojin kneaded the vulgar tits hidden under my pajamas, then yanked out, all at once, the cock he'd had buried in me deep as a rape. My hips jerked up as I came hard from it, and the legs I'd kept gathered to one side were shoved roughly apart—so he could lay that monstrous, slick-with-my-slick cock down on the pale skin of my lower belly with a soft tap.
Sua-chan, lying there watching, let slip a tiny involuntary whoa, whoa, and I—who'd been getting fucked until a second ago—could look down between my breasts with a dazed stare. So that when the precum sliding off the tip landed not below my navel but above it, I could remember how I'd been used like an onahole in the living room just now, flush a little at the ears, and swallow, gulp after gulp.
"…Looking at it like this, it really does feel like I'm doing something bad. Your body's just that small."
"…You're not actually thinking of me as a real high school girl, right? Get caught doing that and it's a crime."
"What high school girl spends all day drinking herself to death?"
"……"
I'd only meant to toss out a short, playful line to cover the embarrassment when Master dragged both my wrists down, and I couldn't get a word out—could only trap my swollen tits between my arms.
"…Nngh, mm… ah…"
No resistance allowed. I couldn't hide the face that turned into a female's the instant that slick, huge cock—wet with my own fluids—slid into me, couldn't flail my arms and tell him not to look. All I could do was wrap my legs loosely around Woojin's waist, not even think of turning my head away from Sua-chan, and stick my tongue out at the empty air while I panted. …At least—
"…I don't know about high school girls who only driiink…"
"……"
"…but there are tons of them who want a hot, handsome tea-cher to fuck them… fuck them… all night looong…"
"…Yeah?"
I could at least pretend I had room to spare. Toss out one little joke.
"…Ah, w-wait… th-that, hold on…"
And just like that, under the wrists Master had pinned, my thin fingers fluttered open and shut, and I could be fucked senseless—thud, thud, thuuud.
"Tea-cher… Teacher…"
Twenty-two years old. Two years older than the twenty-year-old, someone who by rights ought to be called his noona—and I crawled under him of my own accord and played the high school girl.
"Yojora, you into that kind of fetish? You keep—"
"I'm nooot… If anything, the one who got his cock all haaard from secretly fucking a high school girl is you…"
"…Whatever. Think what you want."
"Pfft hehe… Getting compensated dating for free must feel pretty good, huh. Teacher…"
"Sure. Sure."
"I'm decent-looking and pretty enough in my own way, so I'd be pretty expen— nnghek…"
He snorted like I was cute, then prodded my weak spot over and over with that swollen, taut head. As if to ask, you like it when I poke back here, behind the mouth of your womb, don't you? Relentless about it. And to a man like that I couldn't even spit the usual filth—bastard, rotten bastard, fucker—let alone something nice like please pound me more like an animal. Thud. Thud. I was fucked like an onahole.
"Hah… haah…"
Woojin had probably already figured it all out from the drunk texts I'd sent him anyway. But what fun was there in admitting it and actually moaning Master, Master while he fucked me? I had to let him have at least the fun of breaking me. Like this: pound me with his cock until I was half dead, and around the time I was sobbing, tell me he'd stop if I called him Master. Or have me bite my lip and barely manage to say it—and get even more turned on, fuck me until I passed out, creampie me without a shred of responsibility, then order me to clean the cock smeared filthy with cum using my mouth. Something like that.
Not that I wanted it to go that way. Just an example. An example. Mm.
…So.
"Nnghk…"
Trembling in both wrists where Woojin held them—
"…D-deep, it's deep, Teacher, my womb, it's getting crushed…"
"…You want more?"
"Yes… no, mm… …no, that's…"
"……"
"…P-please use me… so I don't break…"
Please break me. I said it with the real meaning plain as day, and… flushed red.
He looked down at my face, and as if the sight had wound him up, dropped his head and let out a breath—and I, to him—
"W-wait… c-clothes, nngh… mmph… fwaah…"
Sometimes… no, no. Honestly, incredibly often, just like I'd fantasized—like beasts mating, like I was being bred. The thighs that had at some point locked tight around his waist were seized and dragged down, and—thud, thud, thud… smack, smack, smaack…
Kissing me through a mouthful of alcohol, he drove that monstrous cock in.
"…… …♡ ……"
…Of course, the ending was this.
"Fwaaah… haa…"
"…Sua."
"…Ah."
Me, used not like a person but like a tool. Me, who'd dirtied the bed pouring out slick from being treated that way. Me, who could only manage beast-breaths—hah, hah, hah—instead of human words. Me, clinging to his back and scratching with my nails, just a little more, just a little more. He cast me aside without a second thought and went to her.
"…Quit touching yourself and sit up for me? Like that, I can't—"
"I-I wasn't doing that…"
"If you're gonna say that, take the hand squirming between your thighs out first."
"……"
A girl with tits as big as mine, built just as lewdly—and so much more innocent than I was. He went to her.
"…Ah, fuck… hold on…"
"Eh, e…"
Pretending it was an accident—spurt, spurt—he pressed the head flush to the navel of Sua-chan, who'd been halfway through sitting up, and shot thick, sticky ropes of cum over her again and again.
"…Sorry. Guess that outfit's done for."
"I-it's fine… one set of clothes is… mm…"
…Haaaah. What was I supposed to do. Watching that cum slide down in heavy strings, remembering a creampie, and then—secretly from the both of them—rubbing my clit to it, I really must have been a hopeless bitch with no way back. Pfft hehe…